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labouring breath and drew away.
    Albert uttered a mewl of protest and tried to follow his mouth, but Henry placed his lips to his throat, nuzzling, nipping gently at his collarbone. He reached up with suddenly clumsy fingers to undo the buttons on the other man’s shirt, fumbling as he slipped them from the buttonholes one by one, exposing skin that was fever-hot and delicately flushed.
    He made a low, guttural sound of pure lust as he felt Albert’s nipple crinkle against his palm, and suddenly the other man was like quicksilver in his arms, writhing and gasping, pressing feverish kisses to his lips, grazing his lower lip with his teeth, sliding his tongue into his mouth and making wild, uncontrolled sounds of wanting.
    Henry groaned, “Oh God, Albert. Oh God ,” as he lay back on the rock and Albert rode him down, their lips locked together. Henry felt the rigid length of Albert’s cock against his stomach. His passion was astounding—it nearly undid him.
    They kissed almost violently, and Henry twisted his body, rolling over Albert so that he was on top of him, half supporting his weight on his hands. He rolled his hips, pushing against him rhythmically, trying to slake the ache of wanting that pooled in his hips.
    Albert clutched at him more tightly, digging his fingertips into his shoulders so hard that it hurt—but Henry barely noticed the pain. He was blinded by the sweet, drugging feel of Albert’s mouth on his, by the half-hard, half-yielding warmth of his body and the insistent feel of his hands, now grasping his shoulders, now running down his spine. Albert clutched at Henry’s arse, writhing underneath him in a primal, instinctual movement, and Henry groaned and gasped, so hard that he was beyond all reason, and he pressed against him, frustrated beyond measure by the layers of clothes between them.
    “Henry!” Albert gasped. “Henry!” The sound of his voice, breathy and wild, brought Henry back to his senses like a dash of cold water as the late evening sun beat relentlessly on their writhing bodies.
    What am I doing? What sort of man am I?
    Disengaging himself almost roughly, he scrambled to his feet and turned his back to the half-dressed young man. He braced his shoulders and spoke. “Albert, get dressed.” He did not trust himself to say more; wondered as it was if Albert could hear the tremor and the longing in his voice. He clenched his hands into fists and waited.
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    Stunned by his lover’s sudden withdrawal, humiliated and ashamed, Albert struggled upright, his legs weak and shaking, and drew his shirt closed over his naked chest. He fumbled to fasten the buttons that only minutes ago Henry had undone as he had kissed him, tenderly, passionately. Despite the lingering red rays of the evening sun, he felt cold.
    “Henry? I…” He blinked back sudden tears. “Did I do something wrong? I thought…” I thought you wanted me was what he had intended to say, but Henry cut him off, his voice seeming brusque and distant, a million miles away from the gasps and groans of passion he had voiced as they had lain together on the red rock, heedless of everything but each other.
    “The whole thing is wrong,” Henry said.
    Albert felt as though he had been struck. Henry’s mouth, his tongue flickering against his palate, their hips locked, had seemed to him right—so utterly right. But he should have www.total-e-bound.com
    known that he was too impulsive for a serious-minded man like Henry. It wouldn’t be the first time his passion had got him into trouble…though this kind of passion was new to him.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, and his voice hardly trembled at all.
    Henry spun to look at him with an odd expression in his eyes
    “Let’s secure the site,” said Albert. “It wouldn’t do to let the elements undo all the good work we have done here this afternoon.” He would show Henry that he, too, could be sober-minded and sensible.
    Henry held his gaze for a moment, looking,